The script doesn’t break new ground with its depiction of a tech magnate in the Elon Musk-Jeff Bezos mold, used to treating people like idiots and inferiors. But the corrupted soul of the man gives Plemons plenty of juicy meat to chew on as he self-righteously defends his intolerant views and even whines about how hard it is these days to be a rich white guy with a target on his back. When his wife diplomatically reminds him that not everyone who needs help is a freeloader, he humors her by agreeing, but there’s nothing deferential or warm in his attitude.

The tensions between husband and wife break through like minor ruptures in their calm surface. Clearly, this is a woman who has paused more than once to question to herself the kind of life she has opted into and the person she’s chosen to spend it with. Her husband is a man who never questions himself.

Collins (who is married to McDowell) expertly conveys the character’s sensitivity — she speaks to the intruder like a human being, unlike the CEO, who treats him like a pathetic nothing — and the increasing realization that she’s married to an incontrovertible asshole.